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My head spins as I pace up and down.
Should I call Yilian to come down here with a team? Or should I just wait this out for an hour or two?
“Luka,” she shouts. “Don’t ignore me. Tell me what’s going on?”
The urgency in her voice makes me turn towards her, sighing in frustration.
“I had to be sure, Rose. I’m sorry. Sometimes a meeting like that, with Romain—it’s just an arrogant ‘goodbye’ of sorts right before they execute you. And the way he was taking note of you made my skin crawl. I wanted to tear his eyes out.” The veinson my neck throb, angry and pulsing. My head is spinning again, remembering how his gaze lingered on her. Fuck. I’ve really messed up by showing him she means something to me.
“Hey,” she says gently, her voice immediately soothing me. “Look at me. Stop walking for a second. Just look at me.”
I clench my jaw, stopping my fidgeting and anxious movement, and look into her eyes. Beautiful, soft, doll-like ocean eyes. Her clear, bright gaze pierces into my mind.
For a moment, I am transported somewhere else. Somewhere peaceful and calm and far away from any danger.
She reaches up and touches my face.
“I’m completely fine, Luka. Everything is fine,” she whispers gently.
Her fingers trace over my jaw, delicate and slow, leaving a trail of heat and desire on my skin.
Chapter 12 - Rose
Luka is more agitated than I’ve ever seen him.
He’s pacing and moving around the small room with erratic steps as he mutters about calling his brother. I say his name once, and he doesn’t hear me. That guy outside has left him far more shaken than the shooting at the safehouse. Why? Why would one guy have that effect on him?
Then I realize it’s me he’s worried about.
The way he pushed me out of view when that guy looked at me.
He’s anxious because I was there, and whoever that was, he took note of me.
Luka is worried about me.
“Hey,” I say, louder, trying to pull him out of his thoughts. “Look at me. Stop walking for a second. Just look at me.”
Luka huffs in annoyance, but he stops pacing and turns towards me.
I look up at him, searching his eyes to try and understand if I’m right. As I stare into them, his gaze softens. His shoulders drop a little, the tension leaving his body. The smallest smile touches my lips. It’s my presence in that situation that had him more on edge than he should have been.
I reach up and touch his beautiful face.
“I’m completely fine, Luka. Everything is fine,” I whisper, my heart racing.
He cares about me.
I trace my finger over his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble, the outline of his perfect features.
His lips part as he takes a slow breath.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters, not taking his eyes off me.
“I’m fine, I promise,” I whisper again. My heart is beating so fast it feels as though it’s going to burst through my chest.
I take a step closer to Luka. We are alone.
Completely and utterly alone.
